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My mother called and my fifth brother was sick again. I turned off the TV and sat on the sofa. My mother's voice was very calm, like voice customer service. After notifying me, I hung up the phone. The beeping busy tone blocked my unsaid words and echoed in the empty living room. It seems that it is a common thing for Fifth Brother to have an accident. On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, when his mother made him the forty-first bowl of boiled egg wine, she muttered that the past few decades had been in vain. Thinking about it, it is true that Fifth Brother has never stopped having "accidents" since he was thirty years old. The first few years were nothing more than a series of blind dates, deceived marriages, and alcoholism. In the next few years, he became involved with gambling and illness. Almost all the good mountains and good land obtained when the families were divided were pawned to others. Because of this, my mother became so angry that her eyes turned red, her blood pressure so high that she had to stay in the hospital for more than half a month.